He is called the Sun Beauty. Perhaps you would think him dark at first, for his head and back and shoulders are of such a rich, deep, velvety green that it almost goes into black velvet--all except one little spot on the forehead, just above the beak, and that never can look _quite_ black. Sometimes it does _almost_, just for one second, but the next second it flashes into green again, and oh, how it gleams and sparkles and throws out little jewels, little splashes of sun-fire all round it! What a wonderful green it is!--at first, and then--oh, what a wonderful--but really there is no proper name for _that_ colour. I was going to say "blue," and perhaps it is more like blue than anything else, but nothing else is quite like it. Then, just at the beginning of this Humming-bird's throat--just under the chin--there are a few feathers that are like a kind of dusky-smoked-magenta-bronze-jewelry, and a little farther down they gleam into ruddy bronze and coppery topaz, and then--oh, what _is_ that? The very sun himself has flashed out from his throat, from his gorget--yes, a little flake of the sun, a sunflake instead of a snowflake. Oh, it is _such_ a gorget, a gorget of golden topaz, of coppery gold, of green gold, of silver gold, of silver, of gleaming white, of all these together, and it spreads out on each side like a wonderful fan, and shoots out in front of all the other feathers. Such a gorget! The feathers in it are not feathers at all--I do not think they _can_ be feathers--they are sunflakes, as I have told you.